Welcome to my world. Return from long weekend in Devon, which didn't involve any sunshine at all really but quite a lot of scrubbing of floors, takeaways, drinking and watching far too much Olympics when we should have been painting and decorating... Switch computer on late evening to check progress of ghastly email queue after recklessly taking a day's holiday. Nothing happens. No internet connection. Sleepless night fretting over lack of connection as the brave new world of 'homeworking' reveals itself as Not Quite What I'd Been Hoping For.
Monday morning and of course it's pouring with rain. Still no Internet. Drive to sorting office to collect 'special delivery' post that arrived when I was away: think I may well get to be a regular visitor here, so am extra-nice to chap at the counter. Back a mere 30 seconds and the SE Water 'gang' due to arrive at 9am to fix my leaking water pipe (don't you dare laugh) turn up at 8am: good job I got up so early then, isn't it? Phone Monkey for IT advice and am told to switch my router off and then back on again - the equivalent of hitting the telly when it doesn't work, I guess. Hurrah! Have connectivity, my new favourite word! Monkey is officially a genius.
9am. Not laughing quite so much when 199 emails flood in, including one from Our Leader about getting our Christmas plans sorted by next week. Don't have any. Attempt to make urgent phone calls but challenging when the sound of a loud drill outside is blocking out everything else. Noise stops. Men have drilled through my drain cover 'by mistake' and have to go off and do another job now, but don't worry, another 'gang' will be along this afternoon to fix it and they'll be back in about a week to finish off. Am rapidly losing will to live. Delete another 100 emails. It is only 10am. But at least the sun has come out...
Sarah